"Not with money, but it's almost the same thing. You offer your affection and time, and they return the same. You both get something out of it." Her e...ebrows rose and she turned to the shelves again. She pulled down a jar and opened it. "Think of it as an exchange of services, in the most rudimentary form." She reached in and pulled out a small piece of paper.I frowned at the tag. "How does that represent women not in a relationship?"She shook her head. "You're still thinking of exclusions.. Deeplyrough.what a feeling of sin. As I was finger fucked rough. &Caressed between my legs...soft kisses and a hard graspof my vagina. Pulling hard. Fire like kisses circled my vagina and breast. Rubbing rough between my legs..’tasty..soft ‘ I heard as I was eaten out deeply. Rubbed rough. And suckled deeply between my legs. A tougher higher and higher up my vagina did twirl.ahh the glow of herthe heat of her.sinfilEnteringmy vagina again and again. Pressing against me caressing my breast. Her. The bus started moving. I was so close to my bhabi that my crotch was almost touching her ass. The bus took a roadside stop and my crotch crushed on my bhabhi’s ass in the process. It was soft like a sofa.Two more people got in and now the situation was such that my entire body was touching hers as if were hugging except for my hands which were holding the grip above.My face was near her ears and I bet she could feel my breath on her shoulders which were mostly bare because of her deep neck. Like, totally."Jen. That could only be Jennifer Winters. Prom Queen. Head Cheerleader.All around Total Bitch. She was also the self-proclaimed it-girl ofBenson High. Beautiful and extremely stuck-up. Most of the school livedin fear of getting on her bad side since she was known to hold grudgesand was mean enough to make Regina George look like an angel.When it came to Jen Winters, you were either with her, against her, orcompletely beneath her notice.She had a special, extreme dislike for me..